The Sweet Bard: 1. The Sweet Bard

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The Sweet Bard

You tell him he's a miracle;That he is beautiful because he is kind, softLike the down of a hart's proud neck;But nothing is as lovely as his voice,So supple, so elusive;His face is turned away; he sulkslike a loveable, sullen child;You pluck a wild rose from a bushand prick your finger; blood wells;You kneel before him, offer this giftand say, "Sweet bard andforgotten king,I grow idle behind the damp, cold walls of this Mithrim fort;Sing mejust one song. Tell meof the burning ships andthe way your noble brotherstood aside,and of his rescue by your valiant cousin."He looks at youWith eyes dark as twilight shadows;He takes the rose; you smile.He crushes the flower in his snow-white fist, and nowWarm red streaks run over his fingers, and he says,"My enemieshear the song of my blade;I havenothing else to give."

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

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